I remember dreams
Where I’d wake up alive
Landing safely upon the ground
After some fateful, deadly dive
I’m sure the screams
Woke my lover
Because of life’s
Living horror
I missed my chance
To die in the night
Being forced to life
Eternity’s blight
When death visits
In a World gone Mad
Those are the dreams
That are (supposed to be) the best I’ve ever had.
But the horror of living
On without you
Is upon me now
And there is nothing I can do
Alone
I fear it now
My bad dreams
Are nightmares of surviving
In a dreary world
Without loving
The world of before
Where living was a tedium
Of managing
Life’s great doldrums
Passing the time away
For when death finally comes
Playing games and watching TV
Ignoring my heart’s rhythmic drum
Yet now I have a reason
To truly live for each day
And I want to seize it all
In every sort of way
But the end of the dream will come
How can it not?
That end visits me in my dreams
Showing me life is all for naught
For in the end
That’s what dreams are for
To show us all the spectrums
Of what we most and least long for
--Dan
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